So, here's another chapter! This, I consider, is a very interesting one... you'll see why muahahaha... All I can say is that there will be another of the BC characters named in here, and things between John and Claire will get even more intense : D.

Thanks alot to all the people that reviewed, actually you got me out of a writters uhm... lazy stage I guess haha. When I started to write this one I was sort of bored but seeing the reviews and faves and suscriptions got me the right inspiration :D.

Thanks a lot also to Lissa because in this one I used a phrase she wrote in a review "John and his little verbal spars" haha thank you so muccchhh!! :D

Thanks to darcey xx for the review :P! and don't worry, I wont be stopping soon :D

rylyxo4, thank you for reviewing!! And don't worry, more mistery and sexy stuff will be comming soon, but I must warn you, I can be corny so if I cross the line send smoke signals or something haha :D

Ana! Thank you! I'm flattered to see that my story worths it haha :D Well, my native language is not English either (I'm from Venezuela and I've never been outside of here), so I know what you mean. Hope to see you arround soon! :D

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Andy

Strip Her Soul

John didn't know what was going to happen when Vlad arrived, along of course with Charlie, probably Ally and any other person who wanted to join them. Even worse, if Ally did came, what would she do about Claire still being there? He didn't know how they got along presently.

Ally, or Allison, was now one of Bender's closest friends. When he ran away from home, he even crashed at her place a couple of times, while he was still finding a car and enough money to go live somewhere else. When the money issue came along, Allison and Charlie were the ones who came with the idea of reuniting cash for him to go to Boston. When his grades went down, enough for him to be trown out of school—not that Vernon wasn't supportive of that idea—it was her, along with Brian that help him out. And he knew that she and Vlad where the ones who had organized almost every travel to Boston his friends had made so they could see him.

Back at Boston he would talk to her on the phone almost every day. She was still going out with Sporto, she had said when John had talked to her last week. Lucky Sporto... John thought. It annoyed him that things in that detention day couldn't have go as they should have. If nature were fair, everything would have end up in a sort of Allison/John and Andy/Claire way, or maybe in a regular detention day, where no one talked to now one, but, guess what, nature wasn't fair. Nature could spit him on the face if it wanted to, and so could fate. Why did he had to be waiting so eagerly for that red haired girl sitting right in that room to stand up and sit next to him, when to any other person he would just have said Get the hell out of this house?

"Uhm... Jo...Bender?" Claire suddenly asked, interrumpting his thoughts. "Do you have any clothes I can put on?"

"Sorry princess, I left my transvesti outfit back home" he said, as sour as he could do.

Claire did something he wasn't expecting. He wanted her to yell at him, give him a bad look, anything; but she just stayed there quiet, lowering her sight as if she was sorry for even asking. John had to be tough, he had to stay there on the couch and eat the words that tried to get out of his mouth, eat them like a man, he had to watch the lame whatever-it's-going-on-on-TV and pretend he was interested, he... he stood up and opened his travel bag for her.

"You can pick any..." he said, and to cover it he added with a sarcastic voice "...but the underwear is forbidden".

Even with that one she said nothing and just nodded, almost like a servant to his master, before going and looking inside the bag.

Claire was a bit surprised that the bag wasn't full with dirty laudry, but the clothes were all trown there and pushed 'until-the-zipper-zips'. It was too much to ask.

She felt something awkward along with the butterflies on the pit of her stomach, and still didn't know how her feet handn't ask for her to go to the door and not see the guy ever again... well, she did know. It was her last chance to be with him probably, and the fact that he had let her stay was a good sign. The amazing butterflies on her stomach didn't stop with the minutes, something she had been expecting. It was a test for her to be there, a test of strength and pride, a test she was failing. She just couldn't remove that puppy stare from her own eyes and couldn't bring herself to answer his little verbal spars, not even with a mean glance. She was pathetic.

With a sigh she picked the first few things she saw there and headed to the bathroom. When she put one of them on, she found that luckily or unlockily it was the shirt he wore that Saturday detention, the flannel, short sleeved shirt. It looked so weird on her, but she really liked it. Looking for something to wear on the lower body, she found with a horror expression that in the pile of cloth she brought to the bathroom wasn't such thing. It was a dissaster for her pristine self, being in a house with a boy and wearing nothing else than a shirt and panties. But, at the end, it wasn't far from the dress she was wearing before. That stupid dress... Were her friends who conviced her to use that horrible black thing, to 'turn Jason on' they had said.

For some reason, John wasn't showing the same effects Claire could cleary remember from Jason, the guy who she went with to the party. John instead was quiet, didn't look at her, and she was starting to convince herself that the kiss he gave her previously wasn't more than something he did for pitty, pitty for her sad behavior. But... maybe... maybe if she went to the living room like that, he would see her differently, that was what her friends did any way when a guy didn't pay attention to them. She had always thought that doing that was something absolutely wrong, that it was just selling herself out, but she was so dessesperate...

So, breathing hardly and with her heart on her throat she oppened the bathroom door and stepped out.

John couldn't believe his eyes. She was there, with his favorite shirt, and her perfect, creamy-like leg's skin showing off. It was almost impossible, but like that, so simple in a way, she looked even more beautiful that with the dress she was previously wearing, the one that he so persistently had tried to ignore, because of all the thoughts it brought. He wanted to take that shirt off of her to show the unseen goddess beneath it, he wanted to explore every inch of the warm skin with his hands and tongue, he wanted to bite her strawberry lips softly and pass his hands trough her bare back. Before he knew it, he was walking right toward her, and he couldn't even remember how.

His eyes were black with lust as he aproached her, and her heart started to beat so fast that even her ears bumped loudly. Her voice was less than a whisper when she spoke. "What?" she said, a snicker playing on the corner of her lips, feeling herself blush at the stare. He was now in front of her, so very close.

Immediately the words started to burst from his mouth "You look..." but suddenly he stopped dry, noticing what he was about to say—and do. "You should put something underneath that" he finished. "Some people are coming and will be very surprised of you, looking like that". There. He tought she was a whore. Claire felt the little amount of words punch her with a huge amounth of strength. It was her last attempt, and she felt so frustraded about everything. No one had ever denied anything to her before, not her parents nor any guy. So, why John Bender had to be different? Why couldn't he just surrender this time and hug her, and feel something for her, it didn't matter if it was just lust. She wanted that rough guy to see her, the only person that could ever see trough her before, the only person she dreamt about every night, God, the person she saw every time she closed her eyes!

Like that, angry as she was, she couldn't contain the big, angry words "Fuck you!!" she yelled "Fuck you John Bender! Fuck you!" after that, she let her knees give, and started to fell to the floor, but instead she fell on his chest, that now was so near to her because he had leaned closer to catch her. She didn't dare to look up and see his face.

"Leave me!" she screamed, trying to get free from his arms but not succeeding. "Am I that ugly to you John?!" she said, trying to make him let her go "You already used me and let me go?! Is that it?! I'm a worthless piece of shit now?! I don't even deserve to be admired, I don't even deserve you to look at me?!"

"I'm looking at you" he said, actually in a really soft manner, holding her tiny body close to him as if it were about to crack apart.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Remember an ugly shit like me doesn't deserve to even hear you talking!" she yelled sarcastically, still unable to release her self from his hold.

"You're definitly not ugly, princess" he stated. He didn't know why the hell he was saying that. Maybe because it was the truth. Although, she didn't seem to think the same thing.

"I know that's not what you think!! So stop feeling pitty for me!" she finally screamed, looking finally into his hazel eyes with her own starting to get red from the tears. When he heard the pitty word, he released her, shocked. He felt pitty for her? It was her who had treated him like shit, it was him who had to live on his own because his parents hated him, and it had to be her who felt the pitty, for him of course. It had to be her.

She backed up with her gaze on him, crashing with the wall on her back. She stuck to it as though it were her life, and with clenched fists she rolled slowly until she touched to ground.

"I'll leave" she said "and if you wanna feel even more sorry for me, with your succesful life and everything, well, my parents are divorcing, and right now I'm the biggest bitch you could ever know. You were right. That's why I don't have any real friends. I'll probably marry in a few years with a guy that doesn't love me, for convenience only, and then I'll have kids to kill their lifes with my fucked up marriage life, and then I'll probably end up drunk on the Caribbean, having an empty affair with a hot porn star. Goodbye". She stood up and started to walk toward the door with her head high—still barefooted and wearing the shirt only.

She's out of her mind Bender thought, smilling despite of himself. "Uhm, you do see what you're wearing, right?" he mockingly said.

"Is there something wrong with it? I already made a fool of my self putting it on just to catch your attention. Maybe I'll feel better if someone outside at least notices me".

Wait, what?! In less than a second he crossed the room and stood in front of the door, blocking her way.

"What did you just say?"

"Get out of the way" she said calmily, evoiding eye contact.

"What did you say, Claire?" he persisted.

"Get the fuck out of the way" now she talked louder.

"No. What did you say?"

"God dammit! I said what you heard! That I'm a big whore and that I know that's what you think! Now, move!" she exploded.

So they were telling the truth? The truth shall set us free, then.

"Actually Cherry, right now you were the sexiest, cuttess thing I've ever seen in my whole life" He said, pleased more than he thought he would when she slowly lifted her head to see his wide smile.

"What did you say?" she quietly asked.

"I said what you heard" he quoted her, trying to relax the enviroment a bit.

She, with her crazy humor changes and always surprising him, got even more pissed, and standing on her tip toes to emphasize the statement she yelled at him "You can take nothing seriously!" Then she started toward the entry again.

Bender couldn't help but grin, so widely it was almost painful, seeing the way she stripped her soul in front of him in that way. Now, he wanted to strip something else of her...

He ran and swiftly hauled her small body on his shoulder. Working at the construction fabric had done alot for his strenght. She started to hit his back with her slender little fists, though he barely could feel it.

"Put me down John Bender!" she ordered, but it was too late. He put her down but they were now on Vlad's room, and she was laying on the bed with him crawling over her, so very close.

"Sure?" he said barely in a whisper, looking at her straight in the eye, facing her amused expression and agape mouth. He leaned closer and softly brushed her lips with his...

I'm so, so sorry!!! I couldn't help my self haha! Really, I'll wait until I get about 6 reviews or more on this to put the next part. What do you think about Allison's relationship with Bender? What do you think about them spilling the truth out? What is Claire going to do when she understands what's about to happen between them?...

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